"If this is useful, Tangmen just goes to the foot washing city to find a few masters to massage the soles of the old lady's feet. What else do you need to do?"
The monk's face turned black and he felt ashamed. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.
Ye Hao pointed to an old goatee who looked fairy-like and said coldly: "Don't think that you are not wearing Taoist robes, I can't tell that you are an old guy from Zhengyi Sect."
"You are good at playing, it's the so-called calming talisman, right?"
"This thing has a certain effect on nightmares, abscesses, etc."
"But I can tell you very responsibly that this time is absolutely useless."
"It's not that the things you Zhengyi teach are useless, but that the cinnabar you used to draw talismans was bought online, right?"
"The raw materials are all fakes, and you still want them to be effective? It's simply funny..."
The goatee-bearded old man was pointed out by Ye Hao. He pointed at Ye Hao for a long time, but couldn't say a word.
"And you..."
Ye Hao finally gave a guide to a guy who looked like a Miao person.
"What a good Han Chinese pretended to be from Miaojiang?"
"I don't care whether you really know witchcraft or fake."
"But with the nature of the Miaojiang people, once a fake like you is known, you will be destined to die without a burial place!"
The guy who looked like a Miao man changed his face instantly, and he turned around and ran away regardless of the next moment.
This seems to prove that what Ye Hao said is true.
"You, you..."
"And you..."
Ye Hao pointed out the fiercest people who had just shouted.
"Are you going to admit your mistakes, or should I point it out for you one by one?"
These people were all sweating profusely, their faces were pale, and they all bowed and bowed in an instant: "Mr. Ye, we have no eyes..."
After swelling the faces of these people, Ye Hao turned around and walked into the back hall.
Tang Jianzhong and Butler Tang looked at each other, as if they could not have imagined that Ye Hao's ability exceeded his imagination.
At this moment, they did not stop him, but led the way quickly.
Zhang Yuer and several other people from the Taoist sect, after hesitating for a while, they still followed Ye Hao's footsteps.
On the one hand, I want to see if Ye Hao is really capable.
On the other hand, I also want to see if there is a chance to find the place.
Ye Hao naturally understood what these people were thinking, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them, but came to the room behind him.
In the room, there is a huge Hainan Huanghuali Shelf bed.
An old woman with a slightly cold face lay on the bed.
Her body was filled with tubes of various instruments and equipment, and there were many machines next to her. The data on it showed that her vital signs were already very weak.
Tang Jianzhong took a step forward at this moment and whispered: "Mr. Ye, please."
Ye Hao nodded, but instead of going forward to take the pulse, he walked around the bed a few times.
Then, he discovered that there was a slight black aura on the old lady's body, like a corpse gas.
After squinting for a moment, Ye Hao took a deep breath, smelled the faint smell of rottenness in the air, and finally his expression returned to calm.
"Mr. Ye, how is my old mother doing?"
Although Tang Jianzhong was puzzled by Ye Hao's actions, he still spoke slowly.
"Can you save it?"
Ye Hao did not answer directly, but said softly: "If there are Ganlu Pills, you can indeed directly save the old lady."
"It's a pity that I really don't have it on hand now."